Today, this week, I am coping. Getting by. Dealing with it. My brain is not working the way it should and I am having a pretty steady dialogue with myself about it this week. No, not schizophrenic dialog. I'm not hearing voices. I am just keeping it together by having little chats with my wacky brain.
Meds are not so wonderful things sometimes. Time for a new one. That's what this is all about. Wean off one, try another.